Oh Jesus Please Tell Me That’s You

Your heart can be opened up you know.

Without being opened up.

Your eyes can be wide seeing nothing but scars.

But not wide enough to see that thars

Blinders that look nada like blinders.

Grinders that surely don’t grind.

And if that is you Jesus with your hand on my shoulder,

Could ya take the other off my behind?

Gettin’ itchy.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.